Best Diego Poems
Sailors go to the San Diego zoo,
looking for pretty girls who go there too.
Sugared monkeys a good time,
always tossing plenty grime,
by reaching behind and throwing at you!
* For Zany Zoo contest
Categories:
diego, animals, funny
Form:
Limerick
Invasion of tears on a lonely street
I crash spheres of sadness that burst with a sigh
There's no one to tear me apart I can meet?
..a Lexus is lost and the driver is shy...
The freezing orchestra plays in my head
Police sirens as one play with my memory
A voice seems to utter " They will give us bread !!!"
As tearing, lost souls head for the Crematory.
I dream I wake up as pure as a kid
"No More Tears" - a shampoo bottle promises in vain
This time though white traces of a salty skid
Releases my heart, my hopes and my pain...
by: iolanda scripca
www.scripca.com
for Paula's Contest "Tear"
Categories:
diego, death, life, losslost, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
Diego Rivera’s Flower Carrier
My load to carry is backbreaking,
But this I must do to feed my family.
Down on all fours on the ground, I pray
For fairness in barter and my safe return home
From this capitalist enterprise I am engaging in.
My basket is laden to overflowing the brim
With the most beautiful flowers in all the land.
My woman helps me to my feet to begin
The journey to the mercado to sell our flores.
She, too, is strong like me, with strong hands.
Together, for survival and comfort in this life,
We labour, leaning on each other as a pillar
Through the impending toils of daily grind.
In quiet rectitude, we are satisfied knowing
That our Lord and Saviour Jesucristo will provide.
We pick the flowers at their peak
When the colours are their brightest
And their scents are the most invigorating.
One by one, we gently lay them
In the cesta de mimbre.
With every step and breath I take,
Their fragrances fill my nostrils,
And the unbearable becomes bearable,
Bringing relief to my aching back
And sandal-shodden feet.
How can I ask for more?
When I return, the joy on my family’s faces
For the money received from the sale
Provides the strength I require
To do this task over and over again
Until I am departed.
***
Notes:
“Diego Rivera’s Flower Carrier” is an ekphrastic poem based on the painting "The Flower Carrier" (1935) by Diego Rivera (1886–1957).
mercado: market
flores: flowers
Jesucristo: Jesus Christ
cesta de mimbre: wicker basket.
Categories:
diego, art, endurance, faith, family,
Form:
Verse
Autumn is a time in the spirit of a man
When he walks down the beach
And get chilled from the sand.
On misty mornings can't but walk from my home
When I think of summer days
In the sun and the foam where the
Black’s Beach girls makes you thankful for life,
But more thankful for you mind
When you remember that night.
You saw her floating by the moon through the haze
As she was
Walking down the beach,
And you want her in your reach child,
Beach Child, Beach Child….
The California coastline is a world all its own
From La Jolla up to Stinson
From Big Sur to Mendocino but
Golden sunsets and gulls against the sky
Can never match the feeling
That Black’s Beach will give a guy.
Those magic summers in the sand possess my mind
As I look out my window
And the clouds are blowing by.
I close my eyes to see you once again
And now you're
Walking down the beach,
And when I get you in my reach child
Beach Child, Beach Child....
Now the days are getting shorter and I can't say where I’ll roam
But I know what I am after
And I guess I’ll be a loner till that
Flaming sky lights the waves along my path
And I hear above the roar
A mellow song out of the past. It makes me
Stop and look back at my trail along the sea,
I squint into the glare
And someone's calling after me.
Can’t see her face but I know it won't be long
‘Cuz she's
Walking down the beach,
And I've got her in my reach child
Beach Child, Beach Child ….....
Author’s note: Inspired by Brian Wilson
This is the first song I ever wrote (about clothing optional beaches or otherwise)
Categories:
diego, autumn, beach, body, feelings,
Form:
Lyric
(To Greg)
I have a friend who’s been in my life, for such a very long time.
As I remember, 1980 was the year. The ladder of success, I wanted to climb.
I was almost out of college. Through the Travel Agency ads I hunted.
And then I answered the ad in the paper. It said, “Flight Dispatcher Wanted”
With sweaty palms, I drove up the coast. Was greeted by a tall and handsome
man.
Needless to say I was very nervous, until he reached out and shook my hand.
A man so full of wisdom and knowledge, to that day I had never met.
He had a deep voice that demanded attention. But to me he posed no threat.
He fed me the world of aviation, in tiny chewable bites.
Knowing it would become an addiction, he took my on my first flight.
I worked with this man for over a year, then I had to move away.
I wasn’t quite sure I’d see him again. And then came that wonderful day.
How long had it been since I’d seen him? Twelve years is what comes to mind.
I heard his voice on the radio, from the counter that I stood behind.
I watched him walk away from his jet. Coming closer each moment to me.
I could tell it was him by the way he walked. His face I couldn’t even see.
He still looked the same. Handsome as ever. In his hair was a little bit of gray.
I could see he was tired and needed some sleep, from the long flight he’s taken
that day.
There is a cliche that all pilots say, “Aviation is such a tiny world”.
And seeing him again that day, brought a smile to the face of this girl.
Since that day we’ve always stayed in touch, I know I will see him again.
Because in him I got not only a boss, but a very, very special friend.
Categories:
diego, education, friendship, people, voice,
Form:
Here begins a series of Burns stanzas
commemorating the Catholic Missions found in Old California along "El Camino Real", The King's Highway. The rhyme scheme is
aaabab and the meter is trochee.
Lines "a" are tetrameter lines and lines "b" are dimeter lines.
California's oldest mission.
Shrine provides appreciation,
viewing proselytization.
Converts, business,
making tribes of Christian passion.
Seeds brought, priests bless.
Categories:
diego, religious,
Form:
Rhyme
Apricot nectar, I licked from her lips,
suckled the dew like honey
from melon ripe breast
and in time did savor
the heady heavenly flavor
of passion's fruit in all the rest
and night birds
beyond the window
...sang a new song.
Categories:
diego, nostalgia, passion, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Diego Maradona, I never knew you,
but you were from my generation,
only five years younger than I.
How young to have to die! How young to me it seems!
You – who were one of the greatest of the greats!
You – who controlled the football; you were its master.
“El Pibe de Oro,”
always you will be remembered.
Golden Boy of Argentina -
whose famous goal was
the “Hand of God,”
may you to God now homeward fly.
Dec. 8, 2020
for the Maradona Obituary Poetry Contest of Mohan Chutani
(edit made to one of the lines on Dec. 10)
Categories:
diego, sports, , In Memoriam,
Form:
Free verse
the naughty rascal of Naples has died
he was the greatest football player in history
a timeless icon
and although he was a flawed human
he is venerated like a demigod
people took to the streets to mourn his passing
weeping and throwing kisses at his 20 foot mural
a piece of Naples has died forever they shout
Naples is crying we lost our angel
grown men on their knees
Diego was born into poverty
but the gift of a football at age three
changed his destiny
and although his estate is huge
he died cash poor
for he was generous and easily tricked
his journey was complicated with
cocaine and drinking addiction
mafia connections
known for violent outbursts
yet with a stature godlike
thousand mourn
as he is laid to rest
_____________________________
November 29, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/Diego Armando Maradona
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1308-287-29
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Maradona Obituary
sponsor, Mohan Chutani, Judged 12/26/20
First Place
Categories:
diego, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
It is the third largest city in California.
It lies just north of the border from Tijuana.
This is a nice big town where many a tourist stays.
The municipality is home to the Chargers and Padres.
The weather is warm and sunny, and hardly every raining.
It is where the U.S. Marines take their boot camp training.
This place has been around since the Conquistador.
It has much to see and experience, and more.
The California city is a place I am sure you know.
It is none other than the City of San Diego.
Categories:
diego, places, travel, city,
Form:
Rhyme
Ekphrasis on, The Spinners
(Las Hilanderas) artist, Diego Velazquez
colors, fabric missing painter's glaze
spun within moonbeam's glow
threads entangled in beautiful gaze
majestic, with heart-sought truth in tow
by mortal flesh and heart-sights thus sewn
born- sky, water and land
expressions, vanity's undertones
imagination, from spinning hands
from earth, cascading heavenly clouds
windows - life's wondrous stage
Turin, mystery and famous shroud
digital world, techno all the rage
wondrous explosion, breathtaking scenes
hope, mankind's fleeing race
dark's blight, Gods births, depths obscene
humanity searching - divine grace
spirals of color, artistic flair
three spinners- flowing skies
imagination, beyond compare
artists, weavers and spirited eyes.
Robert J. Lindley , 6-01-2021
Ekphrasis on, The Spinners,
Artist- Diego Velazquez
This creation, inspired by my having read JCB Brul's poem,
"Ekphrasis on House of Parliament At Sunset"- of Claude Monet's
famed painting series , 1899--1901….
******
Note:
This is the first of the three poems on my new blog.
Again giving thanks to the very fine author of that
inspirational poem- , JCB Brul...
Categories:
diego, appreciation, art, betrayal, color,
Form:
Ekphrasis
do not blink your eyes if you want to see,
an amazing guy doing his magic with ball,
flash of blue and white jersey on ground,
as he races past falling opposite numbers,
to launch the ball in to the net for a win!
He raises his arm and runs around, jumps!
whole world applauds an Argentinian win!
before the cheer dies down he is back again
like express train speeding for another call,
left and right, side and back and the kick!
ball curls past the diving goal keeper in!
another moment for applause!!!
in Argentina he is loved like he is Life,
he is adored in Cuba, worshipped in Brazil,
in Italy he is more than a King!
In all of Asia he was a much loved icon,
his photos decorated homes and shops!
while Pele was called the black pearl,
Diego is a diamond in every human heart!
even the English who hated his ‘hand goal’,
had to say he was the greatest of all!
here was a genius who played the game,
like he was only created for football,
a tiny man just five foot five!
has left behind a foot print several meters tall!!
1st placement
Written 26/11/2020
Maradona obituary poetry contest
Mohan Chutani
Free verse
Categories:
diego, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
San Diego
Written: by Tom Wright
5/20/2016
My mind is a pool brimming with thoughts,
Some exist in undisturbed corners as dust bunnies
In places where eyes can’t behold;
Seeing and hearing things are thought activators,
Often fetching me to long ago times,
To a place or person long since forgotten, until now;
The memory of touch, and passing of time,
Often reveal scars thought long ago healed;
Of times when my heart spoke,
But I wasn’t paying attention.
Categories:
diego, memory,
Form:
Blank verse
She was next to me, She was real. How could this be? She so long the substance of my most hopeful daydreams. Physically so far away, but residing in my heart everyday. Could she be mine for more than this weekend? Only if fate smiled upon us, around the bend. Would her heart open again, and let me in?
Categories:
diego, absence,
Form:
Rhyme
FIX THE STREETS
Fix the streets.
One day the people will rebel
and stop paying taxes.
Fix the streets.
No one will want to live
here in San Diego.
Fix the streets.
One day the people
will revolt.
Fix the streets.
This is not the time
to put up with crooked politicians.
Fix the streets.
Wealthy people won't want to live here.
Fix the streets.
Janet Marie Bingham
Categories:
diego, america, city, conflict, corruption,
Form:
Prose Poetry